y bells, gold and silver and bronze. Bells so his enemies would hear him coming and grow weakwith fear. She dressed him in horsehair leggings and high boots, buckling a belt heavy with gold andsilver medallions about his waist. Over his scarred chest she slipped a painted Novell Certification vest, old and faded, theone Drogo had loved best. For herself she chose loose sandsilk trousers, sandals that laced halfway upher legs, and a vest like Drogo s. The sun was going down when she called them back to Novell it exam carry his body to the.pyre. The Dothrakiwatched in silence as Jhogo and Aggo bore him from the tent. Dany walked behind them. They laidhim down on his cushions and silks, his head toward the Mother of Mountains far to the northeast. Oil, she commanded, and they brought forth the jars and poured them over the pyre, soaking thesilks and the brush and the bundles of dry grass, until the oil trickled from beneath the logs and the airwas rich with fragrance. Bring my eggs, Dany commanded her handmaids. Something in her voicemade them run. Ser Jorah took her arm. My queen, Drogo will have no use for dragon s eggs in the night lands. Better to sell them in Asshai. Sell one Novell and we can buy a sh